Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.